1934 Tasting Notes
Ahhhhhhhh. Weather mild enough to work outside in shirtsleeves, finally able to continue picking up branch fallout from the ice storm a week before Christmas. This is my break and I am drinking it with immense pleasure in the patio glider. Just a good quality longjing with long, flat leaves and a little sweetness.
For second steep, I threw in a pinch of mystery white chai from a work buddy; there’s just a tiny hint of cinnamon in it now. Equally pleasant.
For someone who doesn’t much do honey in tea, this nook in my cherry wood tea chest is emptying out fast! It’s gentle, nicely balanced, a no-brain steeper. Not nearly as syrupy cloying as the Ludens cough drops we’d eat full boxes of during the sermon on Sundays, but brings back that sensory memory.
Challenged or inspired by all you sipper-downers; it’s time to follow suit and take back the kitchen. This is perfect for a mild and sunny day. Decent black tea base, sweet, natural-tasting pineapple.
If you’re interested in finding it, previous tracking down of this one led me to believe that it was a privately branded Metropolitan Tea blend. which is still available at several places including Culinary Tea.
This came with two other Mountain Rose tea samples from ashmanra with a beautiful springy, yellow card. I set the card and packets out on the kitchen table to enjoy and I nearly had to to wrestle the tea packets away from Tazo. He was on the table (which he never is) sniffing and pawing away at them! Not sure which of the three teas made him so excitable, but I wasn’t about to experiment further, or I would have none for myself!
Never had a tisane with oak bark in it. Not one I’d pick to drink for pleasure, necessarily, but the spices and licorice made it passable.
Medicinal value on this one—jury’s still out. It takes a hammer over the head to knock me out. I don’t think “hammer” was in the ingredient list, so I wasn’t deeply unconscious all night. That’s OK—I have two more blends to try!
This is not the Holy Grail of cherry teas—that would taste like pie made from the cherries in the tree I used to sit in to read when I was nine. There was a v-shaped branch just the size for my skinny little backside and some limbs that could hold my transistor radio and an extra copy of Trixie Belden.
However, this is a good cherry tea. Bagged, no less. Not chemically-syrupy; not so tart it makes your eyeballs sweat; just pleasantly (and not too artificially) tasting cherry.